Written by William Wordsworth
O, let my body die away !
Insleep I heard the northern gleams
The stars, they were among my dreams;
In rustlting conflict through the skies,
I heard, I saw, the flashes drive,
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive ;
Before I see another day,
O, let my body die away !
My fire is dead: it knew no pain;
Yet is it dead, and I remain.
All stiff with ice the ashes lie;
And they are dead, and I will die.
When I was well I wished to live,
For clothes,
for warmth, for food,
But they to me no joy can give,
No pleasure now, and no desire.
Then here contented will I lie !
Alone I can not fear to die.